Sunday Six.

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An antelope turned, presenting its side to him, and paused. Mendalorn leaped to his feet and cast the spear in a single fluid motion.

“Damn!” The spear hit the antelope square and sank in, but too far back, half gutting the poor creature, which leaped in alarm, dislodging the weapon. Blood trailed down its haunches as it bounded frantically away, and innards bulged out of the wound. It was dead, but it didn’t know it yet, and might not for hours.


From the furry short story I'm writing for the Reclamation Project shared world anthology. I've never done a shared world outside of fanfiction, so this is quite interesting to me! I've read some before, and always liked the idea, so I'm quite pleased to hopefully be involved in one.